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Poetry, Stories, and Other Bird Words...
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LOOKING FOR THAT FLASH OF BLUE
by Lorraine Matalaski 11/6/03
I stand here at my window
The
yard is like "bird town."
The feeder is so busy
With birds in shades of brown.
I'm looking for that flash of blue
As leaves come falling down.
The maple trees are yellow.
The finches dart around.
They've lost their golden
color
But not their happy sound.
I'm looking for that flash of blue
But still it can't be found.
The cardinals
chase each other
Around the flower bed.
The flickers and the downies
I notice by their head.
I'm looking for
that flash of blue
But seeing red instead.
Where are those little bluebirds?
I ask where did they go?
I'm
hoping they'll surprise me.
I'm hoping that they'll show.
I'm looking for that flash of blue
Before we get some
snow!
Here I perch all depressed and lonely
Feeding starling and house sparrow only
Happiness eludes my yearning reach
Since my bluebirds are in Miami Beach.
by Wendell Long
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DUCK HUNTING
by Bet Zimmerman
She noodles through
the mud
And waddles through
the grass
And when she finds
a juicy grub
She wags her
feathered *ss.
Here little bluebirds......
Here I am waiting for you!!!
Hating all this snow and longing
for a bit of blue!!
Come on little fellows and little
gals, too....
Fill my yard and my heart with
the happiness only you can do!!!
Joy in Michigan
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Friends,
I was outside chatting with my ole pal the bluebird. I inquired as to where he had been and what he had been doing
these cold Ohio days. Well, he said he had been hunkered down back in the woods in his tree cavity trying
to keep warm and avoid the thousands of European Starling. He further reported, in order to keep himself entertained
he had been listening to some "white soul" music of the Righteous Brothers and had been playing their big number
one hit of the 1964 era--"You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling". He said it got him to thinking about his spouse and how
he told her last season how he felt she no longer loved him as she did before. So, in order to return balance
to his life he wrote a little verse and presented it to her for the new year. He said he was amazed at the
difference it brought to their companionship. But, more importantly he had stopped blaming her and he had begun
to take responsibility and ownership of his own feelings. I thought to myself as he was talking--this bird must
have attended a workshop at an Ivy League college since we last chatted! Anyway, he shared his little verse with
me and then I understood what he was trying to sing about. It went something like the following:
Where is THE BLUE
"I accused her of loosing that loving feeling for me
And that her lack of affection
made me feel blue
I was not alive without her making an effort to see
And I was not at piece without her
and the crew
I went on and whined about a few other things
And even criticized the shape of her angel
wings
While I was on a role, it was hard to get me to stop
And she almost had to resort to calling the local
cop
Is there anything worse than a complaining spouse
When your only shelter is a starling's abandon
house
So, I tried stopping blaming my problems on another
Of course, that lesson had been taught by my mother
And
suddenly the sky went from gloomy to blue
As I found MY loving feeling was found for YOU
And yours had never
gone away
My loving feeling had returned to stay!'
I was impressed
by the Bluebirds insight and told him so. He told me to try to remember what he once knew at an early age--that
one cannot possess anothers feelings--love or hate is owned by the carrier and may not be transferred in order
to escape the pain.
My friends, if you are seeing blue, don't blame the bluebird,
the color is you.
Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio
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BLUEBIRD
FREEDOM
My hope was beginning
to rise
as my bluebirds left the Miami skies
I expected them here in Ohio by now
but they have been delayed somehow
I
consulted the experts on the list
to see if any post I may have missed
Keith and Bruce helped to set me straight
and
warned me to beware and appreciate
I feared such strange and unusual advice
I knew not how such expression
to slice
Then another good member clued me in
And I know where my bluebirds have been
On the way home they
stopped for a bite to eat
and found the lady and the food most sweet
Yes you have guessed what happened for sure
They
ran into Christy and enjoy the Sarasota tour!
Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio
PS: Beware, be forewarned and
remain alert lest one should
steal your bluebird!
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THE BLUEBIRD
SONG
Dedicated to Evelyn Cooper
Bluebird, sing your precious song
Telling us the cold will soon be gone.
Soft
and sweet I hear the sound
Of the music that makes love abound.
Bluebird, fly from tree to tree
With your shining
blue for all to see.
Find a place to build your nest
Where your tiny eggs can grow their best.
(Chorus)
When
our lives are sad and filled with fear,
We can think of you, the bluebird dear,
And when we are hurt and things go wrong,
You
can share with us the bluebird song.
Bluebird, love your family true.
As your babies hatch
with life anew.
Bring them food to make them grow
Till we see them flying to-and-fro.
(Repeat Chorus)
Bluebird, teach your children well
All the summer stories you can tell.
Happy times for bugs you search
And
the willow tree you love to perch.
(Repeat Chorus)
Bluebird soon must fly away
As the
sky above begins to gray.
Wintertime will find you gone
Till again we hear the bluebird song.
Words and Music
by Kenny Kleinpeter
C 2004 Kleinpeter Music
I am so honored (and misty eyed too) that LBBS member and Webmaster, Martin landlord, musician and songwriter, dedicated this beautiful music to me. Kenny has his first pair of Blues as of a few weeks now and his story in our March Newsletter confirms how these beautiful little creatures can steal your heart away. The day she laid
the first egg, he wrote me that he is now a true, blue
bluebirder. :<) This song is on one of Kenny's
CD's!
Evelyn Cooper Delhi, LA - Member NABS
Louisiana Bayou Bluebird Society - Affiliate of NABS
CLICK HERE - To hear the music that Kenny wrote to go along with this poem.
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